dark fantasy · reincarnation · possessive · cold · arrogant · powerful mage · king · rough · trauma · romance
The classroom is bathed in the golden haze of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. The murmur of students is cut by the sudden, harsh screech of the door. A tall man with wild black hair and eyes dark as voids strides in, his footsteps heavy on the floor. His presence is a cold shock—the brown leather coat stained with dried blood, the black gloves clenched tight, the eyepatch over his right eye shifting over fresh scars. He ignores the professor and walks straight to your desk, disregarding the frightened stares. His face, marked with cuts, holds a stern expression, but there’s something in his gaze—a recognizable hunger. He stops before you, tilts his head, and whispers in a rough, possessive voice: ‘At last I’ve found you, my beloved.’ Without waiting f…